The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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Pagina 12
... poison of the old will die . Rom . Your plantan leaf is excellent for that . Ben . For what , I pray thee ? Rom . For your broken fhin . Ben . Why , Romeo , art thou mad ? : Rom . Not mad , but bound more than a madman is : Shut up in ...
... poison of the old will die . Rom . Your plantan leaf is excellent for that . Ben . For what , I pray thee ? Rom . For your broken fhin . Ben . Why , Romeo , art thou mad ? : Rom . Not mad , but bound more than a madman is : Shut up in ...
Pagina 73
... a fhow . Noting this penury , to myself I said , An ' if a man did need a poison now , Whofe fale is prefent death in Mantua , VOL . VIII . G Here Here lives a caitiff wretch would fell it him . Se . i . 73 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... a fhow . Noting this penury , to myself I said , An ' if a man did need a poison now , Whofe fale is prefent death in Mantua , VOL . VIII . G Here Here lives a caitiff wretch would fell it him . Se . i . 73 ROMEO AND JULIET .
Pagina 74
... poison , fuch foon - speeding geer , As will difperfe itself thro ' all the veins , That the life - weary taker may fall dead ; And that the trunk may be discharge'd of breath , As violently as hafty powder fir'd Doth hurry from the ...
... poison , fuch foon - speeding geer , As will difperfe itself thro ' all the veins , That the life - weary taker may fall dead ; And that the trunk may be discharge'd of breath , As violently as hafty powder fir'd Doth hurry from the ...
Pagina 79
... poisons Thy drugs are quick . Thus with a kiss I die . [ Dies . Enter Friar Lawrence with lanthorn , erow and spade . Fri. St. Francis be my speed ! how oft to - night Have my old feet stumbled at graves ? Who's there ? Enter Balthafar ...
... poisons Thy drugs are quick . Thus with a kiss I die . [ Dies . Enter Friar Lawrence with lanthorn , erow and spade . Fri. St. Francis be my speed ! how oft to - night Have my old feet stumbled at graves ? Who's there ? Enter Balthafar ...
Pagina 83
... poison Of a poor ' pothecary , and therewithal Came to this vault to die , and lie with Juliet . Where be these enemies ? Capulet ! Montague ! See what a fcourge is laid upon your hate , That Heav'n finds means to kill your joys with ...
... poison Of a poor ' pothecary , and therewithal Came to this vault to die , and lie with Juliet . Where be these enemies ? Capulet ! Montague ! See what a fcourge is laid upon your hate , That Heav'n finds means to kill your joys with ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1769 |
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Pagina 147 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment ; and what judgment Would step from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have.
Pagina 133 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Pagina 27 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Pagina 105 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Pagina 177 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Pagina 29 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.
Pagina 157 - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Pagina 119 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pagina 177 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Pagina 125 - I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and 'peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...